The grave calls to the broken parts of her yet to be healed,
reminding her life is easier if you sleep it away.
“It’s okay to be left behind.
You’ll be closer to Mom that way.”
No.
She clenches her fist and walks toward the bright bolts of blue trying to lead her to the home she knows is for her.
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